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Miss Eliza Scarlet.

Mr. Moses Valentine.

It's just Moses.

Given it up.

What brings you back from Paris?

I've been in town a few days,

an unexpected job came up.

I did come to see you when I first arrived

but you weren't here.

I was at the seaside visiting a relative.

I know.

I spoke to Ivy.

Or should I say Mrs. Potts?

You see what happens when you go away?

I had dinner with them, they seem happy enough.

Although that man does not draw breath!

Barnabus does like to chat.

From your unexpected job?

Things have become difficult.

That's why you're here?

I take it it's no coincidence then that

I come home and you turn up a few minutes later?

I need your help.

I'm listening.

The Inspector at Scotland Yard.

Blake, is it?

You trust him?

- Why do you ask? - I've not had the best

experience with the police,

but there are things I need to share with him.

Well, let's start with me first. What's going on?

There's no time, he'll be here any minute.

- What do you mean? - I'm in trouble, Eliza.

I need him to vouch for me.

Do you trust him, yes or no?

- Alexander. - Evening.

I was working late when I got your telegram.

Is everything alright?

I didn't send you a telegram.

- What? - I did.

I moved to Paris a while back

to work for a private detective

by the name of Patrick Nash.

You know him? - Only by reputation.

A somewhat checkered one, as I understand it.

I helped him set things up in Paris,

but the deal was I'd go out on my own after a couple of years

and set up my own agency.

And that's what I did.

It's a big city, there was room for both of us.

I take it you know what happened to Patrick

when he returned to London?

I do.

Last I heard,

he was released from prison

and had a one-way ticket

out of London Docks.

I don't know where he was headed.

Yes, you do.

You can trust Inspector Blake.

He was meant to sail to Australia,

but he changed his on the way.

He stopped off in Madagascar for a while.

Then Hong Kong. Then Singapore,

where he was running a casino.

Of course he was.

He'd send me post cards.

He'd never say who they were from

but I knew it was him.

Things went quiet for a while until a week ago.

He wrote to me again, said he had a job for me in London

and there was someone he wanted me to meet.

Venezuela.

Interesting.

Morning.

Mr. Nash said to expect a visitor.

That'll be me.

Would you kindly confirm your name?

You know who I am.

I know who I'm expecting,

but given that we have never met,

you could be anybody. Name please.

Moses.

Can you prove it?

Can I what?

Due to the nature of the task we have been asked to perform,

I am duty bound to check your identity.

He said you'd be like this.

"If Clarence starts being irritating,

tell him you know where he hid the McKenna file."

Where did I hide the McKenna file?

77B Dickinson Square.

I can't believe he told you that.

Very well.

Would you like me to prove my identity?

Just tell me the job!

Fine.

As you may be aware,

um, Mr. Nash has been traveling the globe

in search of business opportunities.

His travels have taken him far and wide

and he now finds himself in Venezuela

where he is running a diamond mine.

A diamond mine?

At first it seemed that it would be a waste of time,

the only thing they dug up was rock and clay.

But after much back-breaking work,

they found a huge uncut stone,

estimated to be nearly 100 carats.

A 100-carat diamond?

And he's bringing it to London?

Mr. Nash decided it would not be

in his best interest to come in person.

You may be aware of the unfortunate circumstances

involving a Lord Campbell

and a certain Dylan Cooper?

One wants to put him in jail,

the other wants to kill him.

Precisely. Um, so, the diamond is being brought over

by a third party.

And who might that be?

I'll tell you on the way.

Come along.

Apparently, Mr. Nash has a business partner

who owns the other half of the mine.

This partner is currently on a ship

that docks in London this very day.

- With the stone? - With the stone.

We are to go to the diamond merchants

at Hatton Garden tomorrow

and sell it to the highest bidder.

I am to arrange the financial side of the deal

and you are to provide security.

And as such, I will need you to present me

with a detailed overview of your plan.

Who put you in charge?

Mr. Nash.

Show me what he said.

Yeah, but he... he didn't actually say it

but he implied it.

Alright fine, well, I assumed it.

If that diamond is a hundred carats,

there's going to be a lot of interest

and not just from legitimate buyers.

It's going to be dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Which is why we need a detailed plan,

and one person in charge. - And that should be you?

Well, I'm no stranger to this kind of thing.

You're an accountant!

My role has expanded in the past few years,

not just with Mr. Nash, but with Miss Scarlet too.

I now offer a broad range of services.

- Oh, really? - Yes, really!

These days I know the streets as well as the balance sheets.

Hello!

Excuse me. Hello! Hello...

Alright. Fine.

Where we headed?

What's that for?

It's for Mr. Nash's business partner, so he can find us.

You don't know what he looks like?

There was no description in the letter

in case it was intercepted.

Mr. Nash asked me to wear this handkerchief

in my pocket so that I could be identified.

I just wish he'd chosen a more salubrious venue.

This is a good place to meet.

People here mind their own business.

Well, this pub has a notorious reputation.

Not a problem for a man who knows the streets

and the balance sheets.

Are you mocking me?

Yes.

Never mind.

How much do you think it's worth, this diamond?

Well, it depends on the color and the clarity,

but my guess is several tens of thousands.

This business partner of Nash,

he's bringing it over on his own?

That's three weeks sailing if he's on a steam ship

stopping off in different ports along the way.

That's a lot of trust.

Mr. Nash knows what he's doing.

He picks his partners with care,

he wouldn't go into business with someone unless

he was sure exactly what they were capable of.

Shrill woman: Mr. Pettigrew? Mr. Valentine?

Mr. Valentine?

Is there a Mr. Pettigrew or Mr. Valentine in...?

Oh, there you are! Oh, thank goodness.

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.

- Sit down! - Sit down.

I'm so glad I found you.

Ooh, my heart is banging away.

I wasn't sure whether you'd be in here.

Are you Patrick's business partner?

Guilty as charged. Florence Dodds.

Pleased to meet you. - Well, you didn't have to

shout out our names.

You could've just looked for this.

Oh, I completely forgot!

Sorry.

My nerves are shot to bits,

three weeks on board a boat

with a 100 carat diamond!

Keep your voice down!

I'm sorry. Sorry. Yes.

Patrick's always telling me that.

I just keep forgetting.

Memory like a sieve.

Just in case this is some horrible coincidence,

we are talking about Patrick Nash?

Not some other man called Patrick?

Oh, no. Yes. Of, course Patrick Nash.

We've been in business together since Arthur died.

- Arthur? - My late husband.

He owned this diamond mine.

Passed away last June.

that's why I'm dressed like this,

I'm still in mourning.

But Patrick...

Patrick's been so kind,

he's offered to help me run the mine

and take care of everything.

Yes, I can imagine.

- Is it in the bag? - Hm?

Don't be so daft!

As if I'd come into a pub like this

with an uncut diamond in my bag.

Just im...

Where is it?

Where is it?

It's in my hand luggage.

And where is your hand luggage?

Outside in the cab.

No, no, no! It's okay!

I...I've asked the driver to keep an eye on it!

It's alright, just... sorry. Oh!

Tell me it's still there.

It's alright.

- It is. - They're with me.

Thank you for waiting.

Here we go.

See? No harm done.

You need to be more discrete, Mrs. Dodds.

Florence, please.

So, what's the plan?!

- Shh! - I'm sorry. Sorry.

What's the plan?

You're to stay with Mr. Pettigrew tonight,

then in the morning, we'll look for a buyer.

- Ooh! - Mm, staying at your place?

Hope you're going to be on your best behavior.

Just...

I assure you, Madam, you will be quite safe.

Ooh.

What a lovely place, Clarence.

- Can I call you Clarence? - If you must.

Um, uh, you can stay in the spare room at the back.

Look at all these beautiful things.

What's this?

Oh, uh, that is an Arithmometer.

It's a mechanical calculating device.

That's an original made by Thomas De Colmar.

Very nice.

- Yes, please don't touch it! - Sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, you remind me of my late husband.

He liked everything arranged just so.

Until his eyesight started to go, poor old soul.

Still, he had a good innings.

86 when he popped his clogs. Mm.

Right.

In the back, you say? - Yes. Yes.

She's a liability.

She's not the most discrete courier

I've ever met.

I suspect she and Mr. Nash may have

more than just a business arrangement.

- Oh, you think so? - Hm.

I'll take the diamond somewhere else tonight.

Just to be on the safe side.

Well, the jewelers open at 9 o'clock at Hatton Garden.

So, best be here by 8.

I'll be here by 7.

Hey!

Argh!

What are you doing?!

I said, what are...

Who are you?!

Damnit!

Hey!

Damnit!

There's a hole in my office wall?

They came through the empty building on the other side.

I ran round, but by the time I'd got there, they'd gone.

I spent all night looking for them, but no luck.

Is that why you've called me here,

to report the theft of the diamond?

There's a lot more to it than that.

- Clarence? - Mm! Mm-mm!

They ransacked the place.

I tried to tell them the diamond wasn't here.

I think they believed me eventually.

What time was this?

Er, just after midnight.

So, they come here first, then found me.

Did you tell them where I was?

Absolutely not.

I didn't say a thing, I was too terrified to utter a word!

They must've been following us.

Did you see anyone follow you when you got off the boat?

I'm not an idiot! I talked to no one.

Apart from Cornelius, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Cornelius?! - Another passenger.

We got talking one day on the promenade deck.

Three weeks is a long time, I was bored out my mind.

What did you talk about?

Him mostly.

He's a lovely man...

from Amsterdam.

Oh.

The men who tied us up had accents.

I could have sworn they were Dutch.

When did you last speak to this Cornelius?

We said goodbye when the boat docked in London.

His brother was waiting for him.

He was a funny fella, tall with an eye patch.

That's the man I saw.

The man who no doubt now has our diamond.

It is not my fault.

Yes, it is!

I'm getting dressed.

A one-eyed Dutchman shouldn't be too hard to find.

The diamond is uncut,

so, the thieves will most likely seek an expert

to help them value it.

Someone who bridges the gap between the legitimate

and the less legitimate sides of the jewelry business.

And I know just the man.

As do I.

Um, with respect, you have been out of London for some time.

I still know people in the diamond trade.

Oh... such as?

- Anton Lyko. - In prison.

- Harry Stein. - In America.

- George Kane! - In prison.

In America.

Have you seen my veil?

That dress draws too much attention!

You'll have to wear something else.

I'm supposed to be in mourning.

Well, surely you have something a little less conspicuous

to wear?

And you're sure that's the most inconspicuous

dress you have?

How many times?

Yes. Where are we going?

To see my friend Mr. Czako.

He will be able to help us.

I still don't understand why we just don't go to the police?

Well, surely you went through this with Mr. Nash?

If we declare the import of a valuable item such as a diamond,

that valuable item will be liable

to custom and excise duty.

We tell the police, we get less money.

Why didn't he just say that?

I don't think Mr. Valentine likes you.

It's just Moses.

Oh.

No, I've heard nothing.

If you'd just let me explain a little more, Mr. Czako...

I am busy, I have customers.

It's an uncut diamond from Venezuela.

- Woman 1: Oh, it does. - Woman 2:

- Is she with you? - Mm.

No, no, no, no, that won't do at all.

It makes your neck look fat...

I'm afraid so, yes.

Um, uh, we believe it to be in the region of 100 carats...

She's upsetting my customers.

Why don't you try something that

doesn't make your skin look so blotchy?

- Excuse me? - Madam...

if you're not buying anything, then please leave.

Why's he staring at me?

He does that sometimes.

Um, if I could leave you my calling card,

then perhaps you could contact me

if you hear anything?

I want all three of you out of my shop.

Now.

He knows something.

If he knew something, he would have told me.

He's lying. I can see it in his eyes.

So, what do we do now?

Leave this with me.

I'll see you at the office.

You hungry?

It's perfect, Lady Jenkins.

It brings out the color in your eyes.

And might I also suggest...

hmm... - Oh.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no! - Come on in, gentlemen!

They can't be in here!

It's cold outside, they've come in here to eat.

They might be some time, there's a lot to get through.

L-Lady Jenkins... Lady Jenkins, please!

Go, go after them! - Yes.

Tell them to leave.

Now!

I could ask them, I suppose.

If you tell me about that diamond.

I told you, I haven't heard of it.

Then I'll bring them back here every day

for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

They've got plenty of friends too.

Alright, fine.

I did hear something.

Half the jewelers in London know about that stone,

they're all on the lookout for it.

Our friend, Mr. Czako, didn't know where it was

or who has it.

But he told me one thing.

And it's troubling.

What?

He's known about it for weeks.

Weeks?

I only got off the boat yesterday.

He said he first heard about the diamond coming to London

on March 27th.

His mother's birthday, that's how he remembered.

That's the day I got on board the ship.

And there are telegraph wires

all across the Caribbean and the Atlantic.

A message could've been sent to London

in seconds.

Who else knew you were coming to London,

apart from Nash?

For the last time, no one!

Look, I don't know what's going on either.

I wish I'd never got involved in any of this!

Oh, I need some air.

Oh...

Do you trust her?

No.

We spent the rest of the day going round every jeweler

and diamond trader in London.

They'd all heard of it.

But none of them had seen it.

Moses... your hand.

It's nothing.

Let me see.

It needs cleaning and a fresh bandage.

It's nothing.

If you bleed on that rug, you'll have Ivy to deal with.

Or worse... Barnabus Potts.

Very well.

If he moans about me, arrest him.

Is this where you order me to leave?

And tell me she doesn't need this kind of trouble?

Why would I do that?

Just a guess...

based on past experience.

Well, from what I hear you've helped her out

a number of times over the years.

She talks of you often.

Good things, I hope.

Mostly.

How is she?

Well, I believe business is going well,

she has many cases,

not just from Scotland Yard.

I meant...

is she happy?

- I'm not the best person to ask. - Yes, you are.

I have eyes.

But I'm a man who keeps his observations to himself.

Thank you.

Yes, she's happy.

At least I hope she is.

Here we are.

Not only bandages but a tincture of iodine.

One of the benefits of living with Barnabus Potts,

the medicine cupboard is always well stocked.

Carry on.

We spent all day asking around about the diamond

but we didn't learn anything new,

so, we went back to Clarence's lodgings.

That's when things went from bad...

to really bad...

I'm going to lie down.

I'll make us some food.

You can cook?

I used to work in the kitchen

in prison.

It was either that or hard labor.

- Oh, my god! -What is it?

Well, surely Mr. Nash told you

I spent time in prison...

Cornelius.

The man you met on the ship?

He's got something in his hand.

There's a... there's a dead body.

He's in my lodging room. This is bad.

This is very bad.

Well, why would they kill him and leave the diamond?

Because they're trying to frame us.

Is there a back entrance to the building?

- Yes. Why? - We need to go.

Now!

This place will do for tonight.

I know the landlord.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

So would I if I owned this place.

There were rats on the stairs.

I dunno what's worse, the fact that I'm now a fugitive

or that I'm about to sleep the night in a room

infested with my worst nightmare.

What is going on?

And do not insult us by saying you don't know.

I'm no widow.

Patrick Nash and I met at the horse races in Singapore.

We hit it off immediately,

and both very good at parting rich people

from their money.

You're a confidence trickster?

I'm a businesswoman.

Patrick and I teamed up together and we traveled the world.

We ended up in Venezuela,

where he won the diamond mine in a game of cards.

Well, the owner, he couldn't wait to get it off his hands,

he hadn't found anything in years.

I thought it was a waste of time

but Patrick, he stuck at it.

And six months later

we dug up a 100-carat diamond.

The luck of the Irish.

Well, the plan was to get on

the next boat to London and sell it.

But word started to spread.

The whole area was full of diamond hunters,

Including the gang from Amsterdam.

The men who robbed us?

We knew someone would tell them so, we hatched a plan.

Two diamonds.

One real...

and one fake.

This is the fake.

A skilled dealer could tell the difference,

but only under close examination.

To the naked eye it looks completely real.

So, after they robbed us,

the gang must have spotted it was a fake

and killed this Cornelius as a punishment.

On the boat over, I let Cornelius

see this fake one in my bag,

accidentally on purpose type thing.

I needed to look stupid enough to do something like that,

so hence the merry widow act.

When the boat docked in London,

he pointed me out to his mate with the eye patch

and... I knew they would rob me at some point.

So, where is the real diamond?

I gave it to Edmund.

Who's Edmund?

He was posing as the cab driver.

He met me off the boat.

It's alright. They're with me.

I kept the fake diamond in my hand luggage

and slipped the one into Edmund's hand.

See? No harm done.

The plan was for Edmund to lay low for a few days

until the coast was clear.

We thought by the time

the Dutch gang had got back to Amsterdam

and realized it was a fake, well...

we'd be long gone.

So, why didn't you tell us what your plan was

from the beginning? - Patrick thought

the fewer who knew, the better.

So, if this Edmund

has the real diamond,

where is he now?

He was meant to send me a telegram

of where and when to meet,

but I haven't heard from him.

And you've no idea how to contact him?

Not a clue.

This Edmund wasn't really a cab driver.

Florence knew he rented a horse and carriage,

so, we went round every cab rank near the docks.

After a couple of hours, we found a cabbie

who shared some information with us.

After some financial persuasion from Clarence.

Some hefty financial persuasion.

I bet Clarence wasn't happy about that.

No, he was not.

So, what did this cab driver tell you?

That he loaned his ride to a man

matching the description of Edmund.

He said, when Edmund returned the carriage,

he asked the cab driver to drop him at a pub

called The Fisherman's Friend.

A pub with lodging rooms above it.

Well?

The landlord said he left early this morning.

Something must have happened.

Edmund would only divert from the plan

if he was being followed.

Or he double crossed you.

- I have an idea... - Edmund would never

double cross me.

For this kind of money,

anyone would. - So, my idea...

You don't know what you're talking about,

Mr. Valentine. - I know enough.

He's my father.

Didn't know that, did you?

Does anyone want to hear my idea or not?

What?

You said he was meant to send you a telegram.

You two head back.

I'll investigate.

Sorry.

If I'd been straight with you from the beginning,

we could have come up with a contingency plan.

Yes, we could.

Patrick said I could trust you.

But I hadn't met you, so, I couldn't be sure.

You would have done exactly the same.

Patrick Nash doesn't trust anyone.

Not even his sons.

But he trusts you and Clarence.

And her.

Her?

Eliza Scarlet.

What's she like?

He goes on about her so much,

about how clever she is.

Is she very beautiful?

She's just Eliza.

Nash and Eliza are good friends.

Nothing more.

Thank you...

Moses.

Edmund sent a telegram to the office.

It was signed for by a tall gentleman with an eye patch.

Well, what did the message say?

Grenville Street Market.

Five o'clock.

So, we know where to meet him.

Mm.

The problem is...

so do they.

Grenville Street Market is a stone's throw away

from Hatton Garden. It's a busy area.

A good place to meet and hand over the diamond.

My father's a clever man.

He's a dead man if we don't get to him first.

Our Dutch friends will be waiting for him too.

We have five hours before the meet.

Any suggestions on how we get the diamond,

save Edmund's life,

whilst avoid being killed ourselves?

First things first.

We need to blend in.

And be less...

Conspicuous?

Clarence...

how much money have you got left?

Run.

- Ah-ha! - Oh!

Help! Police! Help! Help!

Help! Police! Help! Help!

Right, come here!

You have it?

This all happened today?

The Dutch gang were arrested and taken to Bow Street.

Where's Clarence?

At a boarding house with Florence and her father.

He can't go home.

There is the small matter of a dead body

that was found in his lodgings.

Which is why you sent for me.

I need you to vouch for him...

and for me.

And what of the diamond?

You sold it?

A satin parasol from Paris

and a fan made from finest lace.

Ooh, and perhaps one of those little French poodles.

So sweet.

And definitely a new hat. And gloves.

Silk, of course.

And a carriage. My own driver, obviously...

Oh, and a telephone for Patrick.

He knows all about them.

And you?

What will you spend your cut on?

This and that.

What does that mean?

It means what it means.

Patrick was right, you're a man of few words.

Words get you into trouble.

Well?

How much?

I warn you, we will go elsewhere

if you insult us with anything

less than its market value.

It's a fake.

It's a good job for Nash that he's 3,000 miles away.

When I get a hold of him...

And Clarence isn't happy either.

He spent a fortune on bribes,

mourning dresses and hiring actresses to wear them.

Why would Nash give you another fake diamond?

Maybe there never was a diamond.

Maybe someone swapped the real one for a fake on the boat.

Either way, it's been a waste of time!

Gosh.

I wish I had known all about all this,

especially what happened with Clarence.

But of course, I've been away at the seaside.

Southampton's very pretty this time of year, full of visitors.

So, I was lucky really to find a small, but clean hotel,

with a sea view.

I took in the air,

walked the length of the pier,

and then went to the port to watch the arrival

of a steam ship.

It had just crossed the Atlantic, from Caracas

in Venezuela.

There are two ships that arrive

from that part of the world each week.

One goes to London,

the other to Southampton.

Which is where I met Patrick Nash.

And, uh...

that's when he gave me this.

A 100 carat diamond.

With legal documentation...

and full provenance.

I'll be going to Hatton Garden tomorrow

to sell it on behalf of Patrick and his business partner.

They will take the lion's share,

but Clarence, myself, and, of course, you, Moses,

will receive a large fee.

Patrick asked me to apologize on his behalf for the deception,

but he said you'd understand.

Only when I see the money.

Well, I'd be most grateful if you'd accompany me

to Hatton Garden tomorrow.

I'll have to check my diary.

You are astonishing.

She is indeed.

Thank you.

I think.

To Patrick Nash.

Patrick Nash!

Well, that'll have to be fixed.

Or we could buy the premises next door and knock through?

Please Eliza, let's not make any rash decisions.

I've had enough excitement to last me a lifetime.

I got a boat to catch.

I'll see you out.

Moses, it's been a pleasure to work with you.

Likewise, Clarence.

Any message for Patrick when I see him?

Oh, I have plenty to say to Patrick Nash,

but for now...

just send him my regards.

I wish you could stay a while longer.

We've hardly had time to talk.

Not that you ever tell me anything.

I'm going back to Paris to be with my wife.

She's expecting a baby any day.

That's why I've given up drinking.

You have a wife? And a baby on the way?

Why have you not told me this before?

You never asked.

If you need me...

this is where to find me.

Be careful with it.

There are people who would pay good money

for that information.

Right.

- Miss Scarlet. - Mr. Valentine.

Eliza.

Inspector Blake.

Just in time for a glass of champagne.

I can't stop for long.

The Dutch Police are on their way.

Apparently, the thieves are wanted in connection

with a whole raft of other crimes in Amsterdam

as well as the murder of their colleague here.

Well, even more reason for a glass of champagne.

What?

I assume the elderly aunt

you were supposedly visiting doesn't exist?

You... assume correctly.

Don't you trust me?

Of course, I do.

Then why lie?

Well, client confidentially.

You of all people should understand that.

That champagne is getting flat.

Come along.